In 1979, I was a 6 year old walking home from school with a girl when a kindergarten bully pulled a butterknife.  I had no weapons but fought him off because if I loved my friends, I'd lay down my life for them.  I chased him away, I covered her shoulders with my arm, constantly looking back until we got to my mom's house.  No injuries, just scared.  Juice & cookies calmed her down.  We took her home.  Her dad showed gratitude with all parents in the P. Hill neighborhood by saying I slept with all the girls in the neighborhood & their sister. Her dad had gymnast girls.  And the stats say 1 in 3 dads molest their daughter.  Sounds like Chip snitches on himself by pointing his accusatory finger at me.  This shame had followed me 30 yrs.  Now my story is told.  Judge between me & all the dads & moms plus my mom.